#i have 30 followers and only around 10 who actually interact with me so pardon me why did that ai post made for 10 people max take off

[dye-it-rouge-et-noir]

Uh. Sincerely, what just happened.

[severelybabykryptonite]

Speed Dating by SBK

A/N:  3rd installment for the Richonnefics’ Date Night Series.  A request by @darknessstartstorise.  Hope you like it.

Michonne glances around curiously at the luxurious hotel as Sasha pulls forward and checks in with the valet.  She wonders for the tenth time why she allowed her best friend to convince her to attend this event.  She knew it was a bad idea from the start especially since Sasha was being a bit impulsive after her break up with Abe.  She tries her best not to remember the phone call she got from a clearly upset Sasha informing her that Abe had decided to go back to his ex-girlfriend, Rosita.  I never liked him much anyway.

She is brought back to the present as her car door is opened and a hand is reaching inside to assist her.  She accepts graciously and waits for Sasha to join her before the two walk inside.  “I really don’t think we should’ve signed up for this.”

“Would you relax a little?  Besides we’ve paid the fees, we’re here, and we’re going to make the best of it,” Sasha determines.

Michonne takes a deep breath and follows her friend, admiring the hotel’s décor and greenery.  She glimpses down for a quick look at her lacy blue dress and natural colored pumps, wondering if she should check her make up one last time.  She elbows Sasha at her side.  “Ladies room.”

Her friend gives a curt nod in agreement and they round a corner, following the signs.  Several minutes later, they arrive at their event for the evening, the room already teeming with music and conversation.  They check in, retrieve their name badges, and make their way to the bar.  They’d barely taken their first sip before the entrance doors were closed and a succession of bell rings ensued to get their attention.

The hostess is a red head and looks familiar to Michonne as she visited the web site after Sasha announced she’d signed them up.

“Welcome to tonight’s event.  My name is Ana and I’ll be your host.”  She takes a deep breath and yells excitedly, “Let’s do some speed dating!”  She goes on to recite the rules, instructing the females to remain at their assigned table as the men would be the ones to move from one to the other.  “Please feel free to use the index cards available at your tables.  They are just conversation openers if you need them.”

Michonne looks around the room quickly, trying to size up the men for Sasha.  She already knew she wouldn’t have any luck at a place like this.  The things we do for friends.  She was just about to tap said friend’s shoulder when she glimpses a pair of bright blue eyes looking her way.  She averts her eyes, looking to her opposite side to see if the guy could possibly be checking someone else out.  She giggles to herself and wonders if he’s into guys since there were only a couple of males to her left.

The host instructs them to find their table so the dating could begin.  Once the ladies are seated, the lights are slightly dimmed, the music is softened, and the bell rings three times singling the commencement of speed dating.

Michonne’s first date is tall, dark skinned, and very handsome.  He takes a seat and immediately goes into detail about himself.  She tries to remain attentive but finds herself searching the room for those blue eyes.  The lapse from her date signals that she should start sharing about herself but the bell rings again, signaling a change.  She smiles apologetically at her date, unbelieving that he spent the entire allotted time talking about himself.

The next guy is shorter, older, and balding but at least he offers to hear about her first.  She includes him as well and honestly loves his conversation but it all ends as the bell chimes again.  She gets a bit annoyed, wondering how people are actually supposed to connect in such a limited time frame.  She glances down the way to check on Sasha and isn’t surprised to see that her friend appears to be enjoying herself.

Date #3 is muscular, an ex-football player and not looking for any ties, just a hook up.  She draws a blank and quickly checks her note cards to garner something to say in response.  She notices the other ladies actually scribbling notes on the cards and cringes because she didn’t know they were supposed to do that.  She gets slightly flustered when the silence continues to grow.

“Look if you’re not into it, just say so.  Although I could show a beautiful woman like you the time of your life.  I bet you taste like……..”

DING!  DING!  DING!  Michonne physically deflates with relief as the bell rings, interrupting him promptly.  She gives him an uncertain smile and he lifts to a stand and mouths, “Call me.”  He drops a business card on the table and moves on.

Her mind is twirling and she cannot wait for this night to end.  She makes plans to let Sasha know that under no circumstances would she subject herself to this ever again.

Date #4 sits down slowly and she notices the black t-shirt first underneath a navy jacket.  She looks up a bit further and tries to contain her smile.  Blue eyes.  She zooms in on his name badge.  Rick.

“We really don’t need those cue cards do we?”  He asks in a deep, slow, southern drawl.

She gives a slight shake of her head and allows the cards to drop to the table.  “I’m Michonne.”  She cringes as she realizes she was wearing a name badge as well.

“Thank you.  I was wondering how you pronounced it.  That’s a uh….beautiful name.”  He pauses.  “I know this is speed dating but I really don’t wanna rush anythang with you.”

Michonne tries her best to keep her cool.  How is he saying all the right things or have I just been this deprived of male attention? “That bell will be ringing before we know it.  I’m an attorney.”

“Cop.”

“33.”

“35.”

“Divorced.”

“Me too.  One kid.”

“Me too.  One kid that is.”

“Didn’t really wanna be here tonight.”

She laughs.  “Me either.”

“But now I’m glad I came.”

“Me too.”  She hesitates.  “So how’d you hear about this event?”

“I didn’t.  Friend of mine signed me up.”

She laughs again.  “That’s something else we have in common.”

“Your friends interfering in your love life too….or lack thereof?”

“Something like that.  You live here in Atlanta?”

“About 30 minutes away.  You?”

“Been here for almost 10 years now.”

“You like it?”

She nods.  “Sometimes I wish for a slower pace.  I’m originally from Columbus so….”

The bell rings loudly but Rick takes his time moving to the next table.  He lingers and is practically pushed aside by Date #5 who spends his time talking about the rudeness of Date #4.  Michonne half listens, allowing her eyes to find Rick.�� As if he can sense her gaze, he looks up and smiles.

Rick’s Date #5 reminds him they’re on restricted time and asks him right off if he is looking to get married and have kids.  He frowns slightly and glances at Michonne again.  “Not…particularly.”

“Are you even paying attention?”  His date asks.  “Why’d you come out tonight if you’re not looking for a long lasting relationship?”

He looks her over, taking in her wheat colored hair and sad green eyes.  He immediately feels remorse but can’t help being honest with her.  Isn’t honesty the best policy?  “Actually a friend signed me up.  This isn’t really my thang.”

“Are all the men assholes tonight?”

“Beg your pardon?”  He steals another glance at Michonne.

“Not only are you wasting my time but you’re checking out someone else when you’re supposed to be talking to me!”  She grabs her drink and douses him with it before grabbing her purse and storming out of the room.

The bell chimes more than three times and the lights are brightened again.

Ana apologizes profusely to Rick, grabbing some napkins to dab his face and clothes.  He shakes his hands free of moisture and gives Michonne the most dazzling smile she has ever seen on a man.  She smiles right back, relishing in her racing heart and elevated breathing.  She hasn’t been this excited about anything, let alone a man, in a long, long time.

They continue with Date #6, Rick finally arriving at Sasha’s table.  She smirks and says, “I noticed that smile you gave my friend Michonne down there.”

“You’re the friend who signed her up for this?”

“I am.  So what’s your purpose here tonight?  A hook up?  If so, keep looking coz my girl is not like that.  She didn’t even wanna be here tonight.  I…..”

Rick cuts her off.  “Me either.  A friend signed me and Daryl up and then ditched us.”  He looks down the way to notice Daryl talking with Michonne.

“Daryl’s your friend?”

“He is.”  Rick notices the glance Sasha gives his friend.  “Well….are you interested in my buddy Daryl?”

The dates finally come to an end and Michonne makes a beeline for the bar to refresh her drink while Ana gives even more instructions.  Sasha makes her way to her side with Rick and Daryl in tow.  She holds up one finger as an indicator for the gentlemen to give her a minute then gives her full attention to her friend.

“So I’ve committed you to another event.”

Michonne groans.  “Sasha please.  No more.  I’m really ready to go”

“Even if Rick wants to take you out for dinner?”

Michonne swallows nervously.  “Did he say that or are you playing matchmaker?”

Sasha lifts to her full height and leans in.  “Listen Daryl and Rick are friends.  Rick’s interested in you and I’m interested in Daryl.  Need I say more?  Rick and I are kinda helping each other out.  It’ll be a double date.”

Michonne allows her eyes to travel from the man’s brown cowboy boots to jean clad legs, racing over what she’d seen earlier and arriving at his face.  She tells herself that he is not bad looking at all and admits that she wants to know more about him. 

Meanwhile, Rick is sizing her up as well taking in the long dreadlocks, the exquisitely made up face, smooth looking skin, ample breasts and tiny waist encased in blue lace, toned legs, and high heel shoes.  He waits nervously wondering if he misread their interaction.  Maybe she’s not interested after all.

Sasha approaches them, arm in arm with her friend.  “We’d be delighted to have dinner with you gentlemen.”

Rick smiles while Daryl stutters.  The former opted not to mention anything in case they were rejected.

“Dinner?”  The latter asks.  “With us?”

“Well if you have other plans,” Sasha leads.

“No.  No ma’am.  It’d be my pleasure,” Daryl states.  He steps to Sasha cautiously.

She smiles.  “Good.  Let’s get one thing straight before we leave.  Don’t call me ma’am.”

“Yes ma…..I mean.  Yeah ok.”

Rick and Michonne meet in the middle and fall in step behind their friends.

“So did tonight meet your expectations?”  He asks.

“More like exceeded them,” she answers.

“Well I hope that’s a good thang.”

“It’s good.  Very good.”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

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The curve flattened I'm told due to evaporation.

Evaporation is allowed to occur when 3 or more people in one house have COVID-19 and give consent to immediate travel to their home place -- some aliens prefer not to call it a planet but it is

So when they are diagnosed they are sent home in NY state including NYC. And so it's made s remarkable difference in numbers.

The evaporation numbers are electronically recorded live in a databank

So dead bodies to dinosaurs and handle that nasty drama or evaporation and hands free and clean.

And as a doctor or nurse, "you are diagnosed with COVID-19. You will have an adventurous future. Please go home and enjoy your ride. Here's two prescriptions to help you on your life's journey"

I mean really. Try a little flavor.

"Bitch you gonna die yo! Here take this pill so you shut the fuck up while you dien' ain't no one wanna hear you yo! And push this down and suck when you be coughin like you dyin cause you will!!" I mean i Don't even care. What are they gonna do? Complain? When? They about to die. In case they do "I explained the medication use and how to and when to and I said the future is different than it is now. And i need a break. Care to join me away from this soon to be home individual?" now its only for now and i really don't recommend you to talk to someone like that except people like me, just wanna punch some fucking ass holes in the face.

Besides some people find that kind of interaction comical and they actually do prefer it to normal doctor talk. Its humbling. Some get upset like Denise.

And i just walked by Uncle Dad and he said to her when she borrowed $2000 from me and lied it was for bills but it was so she could go to Hawaii and she said "just between you and me i borrow this Don't tell dad" and she was talking about it because I walked by and he said "yeah Denise just between you and me You got a bloody broken nose"

Because he wanted me and my daughter to go. And she borrowed almost all my savings and i didn't have enough for 3 plane tickets to Hawaii when she already had $2,000 and 2 paychecks go in and had over $6000 of her own money on the trip after bills paid. So she had $8000...

And i couldn't go. She she got a busted nose. She was until 6 months ago assisted leader of Zulululu on Eaerth.

She insisted that Nathaniel try to initiate sex with me at that time and lost her rulership.

Because in reality she told him to rape me. That's what she fucking did.

Anyway point. If someone talks in a different manner to a COVID than usual. But isn't abusive as i was not abusive in the passage above i expect it to be excused and accepted and discontinued soon. As it is ONLY for COVID-19 activated and not carriers (which will only show up in DNA4U)

A lot of people The most strong people have been invaded by aliens. The strongest.

And we been beat down. Over and over.

I'm gonna pull out the NHRA because some of them kids are real special to me.

32% are human. 92% of the remaining percentage are alien. That's just the drivers.

72% of mechanics are human. 4% of the remaining are alien. (Cause they're fucking lazy -- not just an opinion)

The rest evil humans.

So of 600 drivers... Take 32 times 6 and you got some fucking number i ain't a calculstor but it's about 3x6 is 18 plus in the ones column 2x6 plus Yoir carry.

192 I'm assuming out of 600.

So that totally isn't right. 32% of drivers. 1/3 of 600 is 200

Fuck tree msn noe he says there's 900 drivers. Makes me laugh

So over 300... Why does the calculator say 288??

Why does this not work? 32% oh is not 33.333% it's less than im all thinking 30% is 1/3.

Fuxk math.

I'm sloppy in math. I have good humor about it tho and tree gets a good chuckle at me because I get so dumb about it. I was looking for 35% which is about 315.

See why Yall need 8 hours or more of restful sleep? Denise kept me up all night acting stupid screaming and then Nathaniel woke me up early worried about his livelihood. So i got me like 4 or 5 hours.

So 288 people surrounded by 900 people.

This is often the case then the remaining (i have a calculator here) 612 people try to drag down the 288 i can clearly see that they are outnumbered by over double

So that is a two on one unfair fight. Two not even being allowed to be on the fucking planet!!

And the one alone to stand or ball up to defend is nearly defenseless.

Then in the NHRA to make matters worse the aliens lie and manipulate to get their mechanics behind them.

So i developed a system that the driver team that wants to fight fights as a team and they have to pay real cash money starting at $10,000 that just goes up and up. If they intend to fight a human and Easter Egg occurs and the aliens that put up the bounty to warrior can't fight and must award all cash to the human ran team. Like Erica Enders.

And if she catches you talking shit after the cash award (usually a wire payment) and she will. She racks up fees and fines aka charges. Then she can beat the shit outta the alien team that has to stand there with their hands at their sides or in their pockets after the pockets are cleared by the awarded team and each person gets 5 hits to the face or ribs then the shit talker gets 10 from each team member from the human side.

Since 2013.

Aliens do not belong on Earth. Many of the drivers are the worst offenders of human trafficking which is why They are allowed in the NHRA so we can spy on them and is why rhe mechanics are so many humans.

Because by default humans hate aliens. Its just a distaste we are programmed and then we feel sorry for them for our programmed hate..

It is a very vicious cycle and very painful. Because we can't stand the way they act or dress or the way they're so fucking happy. And its because they lie and hide who they are from us and we feel it.

Thus the distaste

No matter how hard we try to like them and enjoy being with them the hiding and lying over and over of their true identity is terrible.

Queen hid from me her identity and I was all who the fuck are you? Like it wasn't like i would be rammed if i asked.

She said "pardon?"

And i was like oh shit and i got all red... And i was all oh im sorry I should not talk to her like that she's elder and proper! So i said "im sorry ma'am i was Just wondering who you were"

"Well I'm the fucking Queen!!"

I must had looked like a turnip by then all the blood rushing to my face to feed my brain.

"Of who?! What? Where?!"

"Of England" and she folded her hands in her lap on one side and looked all dignified.

Holy fucking shit who would thought?! Not me!

But an alien will lie "I'm just like you but ...." And never dignify themselves to say they are alien. And it is irritating.

When Queens or Kings don't announce themselves its full of mystery and wonder.

When an alien DOES then it's full of mystery and wonder.

When they don't it's absolutely full blown annoying.

Sometimes we can act like children and allow a person to follow us around and copy every move like the other kid doesn't know how to live. But there comes a point even a child will explode in temper.

They just don't fit on our planet!

Even Venus. Neptune and Mars when they transferred to human Because they earned the right by following the rules we still had to tweak their brains and look and so on.

Neptune looked like Ewoks. They were so fucking cute!!! I love Ewoks. I slept with one forever in my bed when i was a kid - a stuffed one from the store.. A fake non living one. I didn't know. I just felt a lot of love.

And i was being really abused by Denise and Nathaniel and i felt really better to,wake up to its cute little face. It was the one thing Denise didn't try to destroy because she knew the truth about them but she sure didn't tell me.

So although I have and the whole human race has a severe dislike and distaste for the alien race I did ensure that their deaths are one I would want for myself. For my children. For the proper Queen of England who can joke around and make my body feed my brain to keep me alive for one more day.

Something kind.

Evaporation is a slight accordion feeling mainly in the chest and then off they go.

So no one intended for Donald Trump to be running his mouth telling people not to listen to me

Simple bronchitis treatment then home to their families to discuss the ability to leave and when and where. And apparently there's a website you can organize yourselves on so you don't go alone.

I have tried every other way and it was unsuccessful.

I'm not destroying my own planet that was a gift because some aliens are fucking rude.

Im just gonna send their asses home as i should have done long ago.

Its not about being bitter or wanting revenge.

Simple fact is they don't belong here and they have their own home and their own Gods.

Its straining for their Gods to switch between their home and here.

Not my creation. Not my responsibility.

Not the nurses nor doctor nor military.

Not the mailmans nor Amazon's.

When yall voted for an American Revolutionary War 76% voted yes. Of the world wide population of nurses and doctors and health cate professionals 81.5% voted yes. Over 81% voted for a Revolution

So i expect no problems from now and the next 13 days.

24% of Y'all were probably aliens. Tree says... 16 and a half % which then leaves probably evil humans. Snd tree says yes.

So 100% of Humans says yes fuck this shit.

So y'all drink your grocery store wine. Have your cheese. Leave me some extra sharp cheddar but get you some too and get your ice cream. Buckle down and take your tests for money to buy all that. Don't pay no rent nor mortgage

We will talk to car loans i expect. Talk to your car loan providers. I don't want no dude towing your car cause he know it's at home and you didn't pay the monthly payment.

So use your DNA4U to pay your car loans and car insurance and get your food..

Don't be paying baggers online. I got a couple I follow here on Tumblr always a medical or food need. Go on the street corner and work for that yo.

They can get same as you to take a test

Get your student loans deferred.

If you have no DNA4U access and you did and you got an email saying why then you're leaving the planet So click the link and make your arrangements to get on your way.